Speak for yourself, mate. No no, I jest. Passive resistance is becoming quite my forte.
At my work a forty-year-old blonde woman told me I have beautiful eyes. I could have made more money by going home with her, plus I would have spent less time on my feet, but I try not to dwell on these things.
This commercial keeps telling me that the best friends you ever made are the first friends you ever made. I am amused.
I CANNOT WAIT TO GO TO THE BEACH. I WISH I COULD READ SHOEBOX BUT I HAVEN'T WRITTEN AND MY IDIOT MOTHER WILL NOT SHUT UP OR LET ME GO SOMEWHERE QUIET, ARGH ARGH ARGH WE ARE GOING TO PRINT IT AND TAKE IT WITH US AND READ IT OVER AND OVER AND SQUEAL LIKE SMALL OBNOXIOUS CHILDREN IN INDOOR POOLS.
I cannot tell Math 132 from Math 312 anymore and I think I need to calm down.
Poor poor Paddlebrains. I have finally gotten to my other family and am now debating writing it out on the computer. *Ponders it* I think I may double space it...so that there is room for editing. *Nods* That's what I shall do! Any road...off to be productive. Oh and I think we may get both cats, not tell my dad, and make him deal with it. That's what me mum says.
I was le writing. Now I have abandoned all hopes of productivity it's okay to talk, but no one keeps as odd hours as I do anymore.
By print it off and squee like obnoxious children in indoor pools, I meant the Shoebox. My writing will not make anyone squee, not even if I tie them down and threaten them with bodily harm. Plus, I will edit when the whole thing is written and not a moment before. I will not even run spell-check; that way maybe the grammatical and stylistic horror will distract people from the complete meaninglessness of the content.
The stripped kitten is in high demand, so act fast.
I wish I were on too.
*sings* Ma-nic de-press-ion is a frus-trat-ing mess!
Speak for yourself, mate. No no, I jest. Passive resistance is becoming quite my forte.
At my work a forty-year-old blonde woman told me I have beautiful eyes. I could have made more money by going home with her, plus I would have spent less time on my feet, but I try not to dwell on these things.
This commercial keeps telling me that the best friends you ever made are the first friends you ever made. I am amused.
I CANNOT WAIT TO GO TO THE BEACH. I WISH I COULD READ SHOEBOX BUT I HAVEN'T WRITTEN AND MY IDIOT MOTHER WILL NOT SHUT UP OR LET ME GO SOMEWHERE QUIET, ARGH ARGH ARGH WE ARE GOING TO PRINT IT AND TAKE IT WITH US AND READ IT OVER AND OVER AND SQUEAL LIKE SMALL OBNOXIOUS CHILDREN IN INDOOR POOLS.
I cannot tell Math 132 from Math 312 anymore and I think I need to calm down.
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By print it off and squee like obnoxious children in indoor pools, I meant the Shoebox. My writing will not make anyone squee, not even if I tie them down and threaten them with bodily harm. Plus, I will edit when the whole thing is written and not a moment before. I will not even run spell-check; that way maybe the grammatical and stylistic horror will distract people from the complete meaninglessness of the content.
The stripped kitten is in high demand, so act fast.
I wish I were on too.
*sings* Ma-nic de-press-ion is a frus-trat-ing mess!
GAR.
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